I can only attribute this god of a body to my…to my dog. This is my personal trainer.
Right here, and she doesn’t, she doesn’t, she doesn’t yell at me. She doesn’t make me take creatine shakes. She just silently resents me.
Every day this bitch needs me to throw a tennis ball as far as I can. I worked a lot on my shoulder because
I’ve had to throw the ball and hopefully she chases after it and brings it back, and chases after and brings it back, and chases after it and brings it back, and chases after it and brings it back, chases after it and brings it back, chases after it, POOPS and b-b-brings it back.
The thing that sucks about this breed, or it doesn’t depending on your emotional stability, is they’re what’s called velcro dogs. So they stay near and/or on–or in–you for as long as they want.
Because they suck and they have no spacial awareness. And they don’t care about about what’s on your day’s agenda. Do not let them in and in your bed I don’t care.
How big your bed is. I don’t. They push you out. It’s their bed now. You don’t live there anymore. You are a you are a tenant. Dogs need to feel like they have a job to do especially a dog with this high energy.
She doesn’t look high-energy because she is…she’s pretty tame and pretty m-moderately temperate for her breed. I always try to advise people to shy away from getting this breed just because they can be very challenging.